aren't you scared of falling
because i love living terrified
when cigarettes burned my lips for the last time
i finally understood the power behind your kisses
and darling would you ever tell my secrets
would you ever feed the stars at night
everything that could tear me apart
i guess sometimes its a mistake to climb
when we know our fall will kill us
dont forget to make mistakes
when we make them we can appreciate regret
but only always is it a mistake to never climb
because no attempt is worse than death
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Noyadé
PuisiA series of small works: finished works and unfinished scraps and sober thoughts and inebriated words and drunk minds and me. All of me in here.
